Young, intense, vivid
What I especially liked about this promising first novel is the lack of phoniness and pretension that could easily afflict someone writing about the New York club scene, especially someone writing from such a youthful point of view. While Perez has an aware sense of the style and pretense of the scene, part retro, part hip, part nouveau chic, and part just plain lost, he takes everything at its face value and just "reports." This "reporting" style makes for vivid tableaux and lends psychological veracity to the life of his characters. His protagonist, Martin, one feels, employs the tabloid want ads for dates not because he is incapable of finding his own, but because he has a kind of inner wisdom that is directing him to try something he would not ordinarily try. One also realizes from the very beginning that Martin is not seeing his somewhat Platonic friend Nikki correctly with full vision, that he needs some sort of contrast or enlarged experience in order to fully appreciate her and their relationship.
While at first blush (and well into the novel) it may seem that what Richard Perez really needs is a plot, it really isn't so. True, his plot is as tenuous and subtle as a weave of spider's silk, but it's there; and after one has finished reading, one realizes what has happened, and how what has happened is resolved.
Nonetheless I think that some readers will miss the sense of rising tension and the clear resolution found in most novels, and will wonder if Perez's novel is not just a string of episodes vividly but meaninglessly told. Clearly he has a fine eye and ear and a vivid style as he writes about the New York City club scene in the nineties, and clearly he is the kind of young and expressive writer who might find a plot confining. And perhaps even more so, clearly he has been influenced by the style of the contemporary short story as found in literary magazines in which what happens is as faint as a glance from across the room. But sometimes a writer, especially a young one, will write what he or she wants and the plot will discover itself. I think that is what happened here. Consider this:
In a sort of unconscious/but conscious bit of irony Perez (who really is a gifted writer, plot or no plot) has his narrator describe Andy Warhol's film Trash (1970) as a "loosely structured story centered" on a character who..."stumbles from one listless adventure to the next, hoping to somehow score." (p. 90) And then the narrator asks, "Could this describe Martin's own life?"
Nice. And yes it could describe the life of Perez's protagonist, and therefore it could also describe the structure of Perez's novel and reveal that the author realizes the slightness of his plot. Interesting.
Such inadvertent and semi-intentional revelations about the writer's consciousness are one of the things that make reading novels so satisfying. Martin does indeed wander from one day to the next seemingly without aim or purpose, feeling for what he wants and what he can get. In this sense the story is real because when we are very young we really do not know exactly what we want or where we are going or why. We are discovering the world and ourselves. We follow not only our inclinations and our hearts to see where they might lead, but we also stumble about.
When I was 17 or18 I was like Martin in that I was swept along by events in my life, free from the restraints of school, home and family, in the big city, free to do what I wanted, to make my own life and mistakes, to find true love or not, to work at some job just to pay the rent and keep gas in the car. I met girls but didn't know whether I loved them or just desired them or something in-between. What Martin discovers is the nature of his feelings for one special girl. Nothing is consummated, and we are left to anticipate the future. What has happened (and this is the "resolution" of Perez's story) is, as the novel ends, Martin knows himself better, knows more closely what he wants out of life, and we can expect that he will probably go after it. In this sense Perez's novel falls into the category of a coming of age tale. Martin comes of age, subtly, almost imperceptively after many pages of aimless wandering. This is something we all do, and only later discover that there was a purpose to our behavior that we could discern only after some years had passed.
--Dennis Littrell, author of the mystery novel, “Teddy and Teri”